Quotes About Memory

While he may forget that he is Caesar, I never forget that I am Caesar's daughter.

As usual when asked to think of something, Malcolm's mind went completely blank.

No, it's just like when you're dead and you try to remember being alive, it'll be like thinking of winter on the hottest day of the year. You'll know it's true, but you won't really believe it.

She was the kind of woman who always surprised you with the realization that she was just as lovely as you remembered, though it hardly seemed possible in her absence.

It was like traveling back in time, meeting the person you used to be, and recognizing her as a friend.

The past is not alive to them the way it is to Georges; they do not remember—and thus do not see the reality of things. That reality is the dream Georges has come to embody: that a black man can become a nobleman and be better educated and more talented and powerful than the white plantation owners.

To remember a person is the most important thing

How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them, and that in turn is determined not by any potentially accurate overview of another's personality but rather by the tension and balance that exist in our daily relationships.

I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.

Time brought along its secretary, memory, and space brought its brat, loneliness.

Every daydream that involves the past sports in its hatband a ticket to the grave.

Perhaps sound carries farther across time than across space.

How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them, and that in turn is determined not by any potentially accurate overview of another's personality but rather by the tension and balance that exist in our daily relationships. That

At the bat of your lashes peacocks preen. Peacocks preen, elephants remember, camels go for days without water, and dinosaurs of all types become extinct.

I do, however, happen to possess a pretty good memory and can at a moments notice name the lineup of the 1947 Brooklyn Dodgers and all but one or two of my ex-wives.

It was encouraging that he would mention a contemporary female, for Pan had begun to live in his memories, an unhealthy symptom in anyone, suggesting as it does that life has peaked. Every daydream that involves the past sports in its hatband a ticket to the grave.

C.R.A.F.T."—Can't Remember a Fucking Thing—and

How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it.

Guildenstern: What's the first thing you remember? Rosencrantz: [thinks] No, it's no good. It was a long time ago. Guildenstern: No, you don't take my meaning. What's the first thing you remember after all the things you've forgotten? Rosencrantz: Oh, I see... I've forgotten the question.

Lost objects from another life are restored to you in the belly of a carp.

GUIL And a syllogism: One, he has never known anything like it. Two, he has never known anything to write home about. Three, it is nothing to write home about. . . . Home . . . What's the first thing you remember? ROS Oh, let's see . . . The first thing that comes into my head, you mean? GUIL No—the first thing you remember. ROS Ah. (Pause.) No, it's no good, it's gone. It was a long time ago.

Siempre el pasado llega y se va sin importarle lo que deja.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.